Stefan Ponce - The Whole Thing lyrics

[Verse 1] (Yea!) (Uh!) (Turn up!) Old school whip, new school clothes Write how I feel yo, I be kickin' it, field goal (It's Royalty) Smokin' the real dro Ya'll itchin' to imitate it I hang with a different crew salute when initiated Come for that whole pie I'm not intimidated I stay with that high cla**, my presence be understated Stand on my own two, and really I mean that These s**ers that lean back, they sit on a bean bag, chair Nice guy but a mean swag Not much for talking though, I said it and I mean that Yea, new j**els make a scene splash With green in my green bag I sip and we toast up Couple shots down, two step then we post up You know how my n***as go ham; like a cold cut Hands everywhere, I'm stirring everybody But you know a n***a royalty, I'm good in every spot (what up) [Hook] Alone we don't need a thing Your man upfront but we pull the strings Drop down so I'm so I'm the new king f** what they all scratched I won the whole thing With some more sh** you've never seen Your man on tour but we live a dream Straight chick pop a**, but she in her jeans I told her stop frontin', I want the whole thing [Verse 2] Diplo sh** Visit Miami pop a bottle on the beach With weed and it's plenty Bad itches in my face, I'm leaving with anybody Who spanish with plenty body, she ride it like Maserati She poppin' it like Ducati Yea I'm a menace but I'm also like a young G I handled business last Sunday up in Peachtree I handle Lenox, from the jips since I started man So let me finish it Got rain checks, stormy weather, still the same, slickest ever Still the same, pushin game, salt and pepper Fuel the flames S.S. new flex, it's whatever Throw the fives on the ride, make the ride ride better I'm fly like feathers, see you fly like never Straight jumping over n***as, play the game like checkers (ya heard?) King sh**, crown us We build the building, from the ground up [Hook]